052810h Survival In The Dark Poem by Manonton Dalan

mighty moon has just wink at me
saying softly ' she rules the night'
acacia leaves gently waving to sky
as if hand is making a happy sign
my eyelashes are getting heavy
bonfires keeping predators at bay

i can hear cracking shells; wild dogs
they eat anything that moves; not picky
there are more nocturnal hunters there
it is like battle ground for the fittest
you'll be eaten alive if you're weak
so you should be strong and fearless